Three Very Bad Minutes

So, Peter drove me to the Fredericton public library this morning, an hour and forty-five minutes away, to attend a reading by the author who wrote the prequel to Anne of Green Gables, and another who has written several books about "Anne" author Lucy Maud Montgomery. Being a huge of fan of Lucy Maud, I was very excited.

When I walked into the library, the first thing I saw was a sign saying the event had been cancelled.

I cursed, went to the ladies room, as it had been a long trip and I really had to to go, and was confronted by an unspeakably foul mess in the lone toilet. I mean, it looked like ten people had used it without flushing.

I took that as my cue to leave. Clearly, the Fredericton library has it out for me.